It is no longer quite as easy for me to stroll through the historic section of Venice (FL) now that we are off the isle and across the main highway.
The traffic at nearby intersections is a bit intimidating. I swear the crossing lights are timed to maximize the possibility that pedestrians will be flattened by oncoming cars and trucks. There is no audible signal and the "Walk Now" flashing guy last about two seconds--just enough time to get half way across the road. Right turns are never not allowed, making it all that much more of a challenge.
Still, I did manage to make it two miles down the road to an athletic park that features a fitness trail.
There were whole moments when I had the feeling I was out in wild jungle territory, but in reality I was never more than hammock away from civilization in the form of residential neighborhoods or ball fields.